Ouroboros Spine [j] rocks and mountains

@Tonravik and @Kerosene

Leaving his natal pack hadn't been a hard thing for the bastard to do, even though he had proved his worth over and over again, the Romans would never truly see him as one of their own. He would always be an outsider to the Legion, never a trusted member. And Leviticus hated it, he had done many deeds of valor, but he was never given a real family name for proving himself, no, he had to bear the surname of bastards, like his siblings.

But while they were content with serving the pack that would never accept them, the black bastard would not. So, one day, he said a few goodbyes to those he cared and left, never looking back to the place where he was born, raised, shunned and scorned. It was time for a new beginning, where his status as a bastard would not count, his skills would.

Leathery nostrils flared as the strong stench of a pack approached, making sure to stay a respectable distance away from the borders, he prowled along like a panther, blue eyes watching the packlands carefully. If this was a strong pack, he would not need to howl, they would come to him. If this was a weak one....he would be on his way soon.